Luyện nghe bài hát G Style

Yeah, right now
Motherfuckers is layin for a nigga like me,
To bust some freestyle shit but I don't do
I just cold up here at the ammo dump
With my Aladdin, SLJ, LP and my nigga Henry G
Yeah, we do the shit this

The card after the ace is
So cut the nigga on the 3
me, the motherfuckin', T
I got ride on my surfboard, hard
But only buy the shit that I can't
That's everything, that's why I truck big fat

'Cause in the motherland gold is for
I got backup to jack up, who try to act up
Do a world tour, watch the big stack up
Motherfuckers get dropped with the
I got an ill left and a right fist make
And lose or you might die 'cause

I'm the wrong Ice for bruise and that's no lie
the penile is stacked to the top
With my niggaz, mostly for triggas
I call 'em homies, pigs 'em crooks
So I write and put on they books

I a fuck about a cop or a G man
They all talk shit, breath smellin' like semen
I 'em in the alley all alone
Put 'em in the prone, pop, pop, pop to the

It's the
Gangsta

G style, the gangsta talk, I got a .9
And it eats vest, I take a out quick
for talkin' shit, ride rolls, catch hoes like a mitt
L.A., Atlanta, New York, yo, my shit
Chi-town, Miami, Detroit, I get props
Because I with the hardcore G

Every the same street to me
I don't bullshit, I quit writin' a rhyme fit
K K K pray each day I get hit
Motherfuckers try to flip on the
Move and slip, close the eyes and a fuckin' clip

Not in the ghetto no more but I do
Got a black game and it's sittin' on them
I kick the game from the street not the
Tighten up my knockas with a big lead

It's the
Gangsta

Some of the times, I write my raps with speed
of the times, I take the pen and make pads bleed
My mind clicks to homicide, bullets fly, cry
A lot of people die, some I can't right
at the blue lines, I think, I'm a go blind

Then the beat becomes me sit in the
And write a fuckin' LP, G Style, the gangsta talk
Never near soft, hard as a knockout
no sellout, I keep crime in my rhyme
'Cause my thing, packed with guns and drugs
And of street slang, A B C D E F and LAPD

Words from a motherfuckin' OG, dump
Pumps the sounds you bump in your trunk
So turn it up punk, what'cha 'fraid of? What'cha of?
Pull the pin, set the grenade off, blastin' sounds out ya
On every city street, nigga, straight beat

It's the
Gangsta

Many like to the style and act hardcore
Many motherfuckers are and crack jaws
I like to lay in the cut in a nightclub, smoke bud
suds but I gets loved, mack, cool
I scope the with the mad backs
Hit her with the style, cool, relaxed, bam

Put her in the Benz, bump, Too Short, let her
Right off the top, my sport, you think long
You wrong, you got it goin' on, baby doll
But I won't sing you no love song, you either me
Or you don't, you're either rollin' or you won't
She likes the style, 'cause it don't around

Tongue in my ear, real slow and then it went
I gotta flip into a ill mode, pack a clip full of tracks
And then music for the hardcore beat down
No pop shit, strictly underground
And if you don't the style as I get wreck
back nigga, catch a knife through the neck

It's the
Gangsta